Suicide Silence

Chapter 5

The next day, school. A feeling of dread ran down Zayn's spine, along with a patch of sweat. Stepping cautiously through the gates, everyone turned and looked at him. Not mockingly but just curiously, nobody but Liam- he hoped- knew that he'd tried to end his life.
Typical, Liam's group of friends were stood at the entrance to campus, Niall alongside the gorgeous brown haired boy. Zayn looked down at his feet, hoping that they wouldn't notice him but then he heard "hey faggot! Where do you think your going??" Harry shouted.
"Um, I was planning to go up to my dorm to sort out my things ready for class in 20 minutes, I've gotta go!" Zayn babbled, a bead of sweat forming on his brow.
"Not on my watch your not!" Harry shouted, "isn't that right, Liam?" Surprisingly, Liam didnt say a word, he just looked down at his feet. "Liam?" Nudging him, Harry asked, obviously worried.
"Hmm? What?" Liam mumbled, he wasn't listening to anything that Harry had just said.
"Zayn can't get past us, right?"
"Just leave me alone, I don't know what to think anymore!" Liam yelled, loudly.
Zayn was taken aback by his strong tone. He could see tears welling up in Liam's gorgeous brown eyes, what could be up with him?
Suddenly, Liam ran off with no warning.
Science class, seriously? Could anything get any worse?? Zayn dreaded this class more than any other as he had to sit beside none other than Harry Edward Styles.
"Where were you these past 2 weeks?" Harry asked as soon as Zayn entered the room. Zayn didn't answer.
"Well gay boy? Where were you??"
"I- I was ill, had a really severe case of laryngitis, could hardly speak and I was throwing up a lot." He replied. 'Phew, lucky save' Zayn thought.
"Ew! That's disgusting! Get away from me!" Harry yelled, so everyone else heard. "Zayn's been throwing up! For 2 weeks"
Zayn could feel his heart racing, could anything get any worse?
"Be prepared for lunchtime, sicky! We're gonna get you! If you tell anyone, you are dead!"
Finally, the bell rang and he could get out of there as soon as possible. Lunchtime came around, Zayn made his way up to the top of the field to have a cigarette but before he could get out of sight, Harry and Niall came storming over.
"Coward! You weren't gonna face us?? You loser! No wonder nobody fucking likes you, you little ugly prick! Go and die, do us a favour will you??" A knee flew up and hit Zayn in the groin, he collapsed to the floor, grasping his now throbbing testicle.
Just then, another boy came over to Zayn as he was rolling about on the floor in agony. A boy with a dark, brown quiff. A tall boy with an amazing body shape.
"I saw what they did to you, just remember, there are people who care. The school, friends, family and others," the boy smiled an adorably cheesy smile, "I'm Louis Tomlinson, who are you?"
"Um, Im Zayn," he replied shyly, "I'm sorry, I'm just not very good at making friends..."
"That's okay, neither am I." Louis agreed, "what do you say to a meet up in the park and we can talk about what Liam and his friends did to you, maybe we can sort this out? Tonight okay for you?"
Zayn nodded, "sounds great!"
Typically, last lesson, drama, went by so slowly. He couldn't wait to leave campus for a couple of hours with Louis.
Staring at the clock, Zayn drifted off into a state of daydreaming. Thinking about Liam, about Louis and about life in general. The bell woke him from his time in dreamland, "time to go to the park," Zayn smiled, for the first time in what felt like years. "I hope it works out this time!" He muttered to himself.